CURSE OF THE WARE-WOLFER

Soon you have managed to empty the larder. The witch walks in (witches gotta eat too, you know) and finds you sitting on the kitchen floor with a bone in your hand.

"I KNEW IT!!!" she screams. "You've become a ware-wolfer! Now you're doomed to go into a feeding frenzy whenever you smell food! Well I've had it with you! YOU'RE FIRED! GO ON! BLIMP OUT!! See if I care!"

And with that she turns and walks out the door.

Written by an anonymous author

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